So this is Chapter 2 and hope you guys enjoy it! I would also like to thank you guys for the reviews! It is a little difficult to write what the Joker is saying and such, but I find it to be fun as well. I'm glad you guys liked it! And yeah, I wanted Joker to have a humorous side to him and not be completely evil. Anyway, read away!

Chapter Two

"Hello Beautiful"

Hearing the sound from her alarm, Rachel woke up and got off her bed. It was eight o'clock in the morning. The first thing she thought of when waking from her slumber was Harvey. She was lonely not having him there to see when she woke up. Rachel felt her tears fill her eyes, and everything became blurry. Wiping them she told herself to stop. She knew she had to get to work and ask Gordon if he learned anything from the Joker.

When she reached her destination she went straight to Gordon's office.

"Oh, good morning Rachel," Gordon smiled while fixing his glasses.

"Good morning," Rachel nodded, "So what did you learn?"

Gordon knew that was going to be the first thing she would ask. "Not much, he mostly just taunted me with his laughs and games." Gordon then explained everything to her. "But there was one thing he said to me about Harvey which I've been thinking about all morning when I woke up."

Rachel was glued into the conversation now. "What? What did he say?"

"He leaned in and told me 'Whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger.' Of course afterwards he laughed straight into my ear. What I gathered from was that what he went through really put a toll on him and messed up his mind."

"The Joker is hiding something," Rachel grew frustrated at Joker's mind games.

"I know, but it was too early in the morning so I thought I would continue questioning him later."

"Maybe I should question him?" Rachel said.

"No, that wouldn't be the best idea for you."

Rachel rolled her eyes and bolted out the room, heading straight to the City Jail. Once reached, she stood in front of the bars. The Joker looked up at her and grinned. She was breathing heavily, and some strands of her hair fell out of place from her bun.

"Well hellooo beautiful," The Joker licked his lips.

"Don't you dare call me that." Rachel replied flatly but with a hint of anger.

"Feisty, I like that," Joker chuckled.

Ignoring his comment she continued. "What is it you know about Harvey? I know you're hiding something."

"Ah, you must be Miss. Dawes, remember me? Hmmm? You and I had a moment," he laughed, "Hmm…trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle?" The Joker's eyes danced around her face, "Are the questions not saved for the interrogation room? This is my time your on." The Joker smacked his lips.

Rachel crossed her arms. He gave her a smile and stood up, walking closer to her. She then stepped away. The Joker laughed at her intimidation. He looked straight into her eyes and she was frozen, almost as if she was hypnotized. Suddenly after a few seconds she came back to Earth.

"Oh, I guess…I'll just leave." Rachel didn't know what to say then. She walked off and drove back to the office to continue to do other things.

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When Gordon was ready to ask the Joker questions, Rachel made sure to stay and watch behind the two-way mirror. She had asked Gordon if he could start by asking him about Harvey, and he agreed that he would. The Joker's face paint was smeared about his face, making him seem creepier. He was biting his lip and looking around the room. When Gordon entered the interrogation room, the Joker stopped what he was doing.

"Where's that beautiful Miss. Dawes?" Joker asked loudly, "She seemed so eager to get answers from me," He peered at the mirror and smiled.

Rachel shivered in repulsion, but liked the fact of being called beautiful whether or not it is what he calls every woman.

"I will be asking the questions," Gordon spoke with annoyance, "Now; I would like you to tell me exactly what happened with Harvey."

The Joker laughed as usual and licked his lips. "Y'see, all I did was I brought him down to my level," his elbows sat on the table with his hands flat up in the air shaking them, "It wasn't hard, no. But y'know…if you think about…just a little, he must have already had it in him. I just gave him, you could say, a little push." The Joker smacked his lips and could tell Gordon was displeased so he continued, "You know, I never told him to kill those five people. No, he took that upon himself." The Joker laughed but was cut short to continue talking once again. "Like I said to my good old friend Den-t, I'm not a man of schemes. It wasn't my doing to go blow him up. Everyone assumes I do things all," The Joker makes air quotes with his next three words, "'according to plan' but-" Joker notices that Gordon is about to interrupt him, "Ah ta ta ta ta, let me finish. Now, if I did plans there wouldn't be enough chaos, nobody would panic. All I do is upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos! I also told Harvey that too incase you or your friends behind the mirror there are writing things down."

Rachel could feel her head spinning. If it wasn't for Joker, Harvey would never have killed those five people, he'd still be alive, and Batman wouldn't be the one to blame. She studied the Joker as he talked. Of all her hate for him, she couldn't help but be curious about him. His eyes were mysterious. She wanted to know more about him, what happened to him in the past. She caught her thoughts and quickly shook them off.

Gordon took a break and walked out of the interrogation room. The Joker looked up at the ceiling again like he did before Gordon first came in to question him. He walked up to Rachel.

"Could I ask some questions?" Rachel asked.

"Oh…I don't know Rachel."

"Its okay, Gordon," Rachel put her hand on his shoulder and spoke with a soft voice, "It's nice that you care about me, but I think I will be ok." She gave a reassuring smile. They both looked at the Joker and he was pretending his hand was a plane flying across his face.

"Alright alright." Gordon sighed, opening the door for Rachel.

She walked in and the Joker looked up and smiled. He started clapping his hands in slow repeated segments. Rachel was taken aback by this. Joker stopped clapping.

"If it isn't Miss. Dawes. I was getting a little bit bored of four eyes," The Joker yawned to prove his point.

Rachel stared at the scars on his face. Questions started to run through her mind once again. What was his real name? His age? What he used to be like? And if he might still have a part of him in himself then just the Joker.

"Do my scares intrigue you?" The Joker knew exactly what she was thinking and smiled.

Rachel smiled back sheepishly. "I was just wondering how you could have possibly got them. Was it true that it was your wife?" Rachel remembered back to when he told her the story. She sat down on the chair across from him.

The Joker laughed and ignored her question. "You're a lawyer. I have a joke I think you might… just might like." he licked his lips, ready to speak again.

"I'm not here for jokes." Rachel crossed her arms and lifted her brow. The Joker lifted his brow too.

"Just one. You'll…like…I-t." He said smacking his lips.

"Fine." Rachel rolled her eyes, not trusting him.

Joker blinked. "If you were stranded on a desert island with Batman, Two-face, and a lawyer, and you have a gun with only two bullets, what would you do?"

Rachel twitched at the word Two-face, and was afraid of the answer. "What?" She asked crossly.

"Shoot the lawyer twice!" The Joker burst out laughing and paused, "No offence to you though beautiful." His face tilted back as he beamed and continued with his laugh.

"That's not funny!" Rachel yelled, listening to his demented laugh. She got annoyed. "You're crazy!"

The Joker stopped his laugh, and his face turned expressionless. "I'm not. No, I'm not." He said talking deeper then usual. He hated it when people called him a freak, or crazy. He overlooked what he said in his mind, and tried to hide his anger with a laugh as he noticed Rachel's face burn red. "It was only a joke! Don't take it personal! Although…when you said "Crazy" did you mean that I was wild or passionate?" He smirked.

"Now you're just being impossible." Rachel wasn't sure if she should laugh or not, but kept a frown anyway.

"There's the word!" The Joker spoke loudly, clapping.

The Joker gave a small grin to Rachel; he could tell she was trying to hold her lips from smiling. "Come on, come on."

"What?" Rachel was confused.

"You know, it's not good to hide your feelings. Smile once and a while. I've learnt from my… mistakes…and now I'm always smiling!" The Joker lifted his arms up in the air in victory.

Seeing his act, Rachel accidentally formed a smirk on her face.

"There you go!" The Joker was pleased. "Now, what was it that you, you wanted to ask me?" His voice became a tone lower and he licked his lips. Hearing no answer he talks again. "Hurry it up, times getting on," The Joker tapped on his invisible watch on his wrist, "I've got things I want to uhh…do."

Rachel was puzzled on what else he could possibly be doing besides what he was doing now. She disregarded it, however. "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly makes you tick? That makes you make so much chaos."

"What makes me tick? Hmmm…that's a toughie." The Joker looked up tapping his chin. "Well, it's either being forced into this room to stare at a blank wall for hours with people asking me questions, or that I uh," The Joker eased his face closer to Rachel's and licked his lips, "Just. Don't. Care." He laughed and sat back up again.

Just then Gordon opened the door which startled Rachel. He walked up beside her.

"I think that should be enough, you won't get anything from the Joker today." Gordon spoke.

"Listen to the commissioner, he knows what he's talk-ing about," The Joker leered.

Rachel sighed, "Alright."

"Awe, upset that we have to depart so soon?" Joker pouted.

"Oh yeah, I just can't get enough of you," Rachel rolled her eyes and laughed scornfully.

The Joker did a short laugh as Gordon grabbed him by the arm for him to stand up, and placed cuffs around his wrists. Rachel got up to, and walked towards the door, swaying with poise. As the Joker was walking behind her, he caught the sway of her walk and he wolf whistled towards her. Gorgon elbowed him in the gut to get him to shut up, but all he did was do his usual crazy laugh and carried on talking.

"Well well well, Miss. Dawes. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to impress me."

'Damn that Joker!' Rachel thought to herself. She turned around and lifted her left eyebrow. "In your dreams, clown boy." Rachel turned back around looking down to the floor as she slipped a hidden smirk. She was proud of herself that she made the Joker speechless, or at least laugh less. The Joker peered glossy-eyed at the back of Rachel's head, not sure what to think. With a side sneer he chuckled under his breath. She continued walking in front of them until she turned to leave out the door.

"See you soon Miss Dawes!" The Joker yelled out to her and laughed.

For some reason 'See you soon Miss. Dawes' repeated over and over again in her mind which sent chills down her spine, along with his laugh which would stay with her forever.

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Rachel had gone back to her office to catch up on a few things, and then went out to lunch. When her work day was over roughly around 8:00pm, she planned to visit Bruce at his penthouse. He had called her over for a late dinner knowing she wouldn't be getting off work until late evening. She wondered how he had been since last night. Then her mind went straight to Harvey. Rachel's eyes twitched and filled with tears. She pulled her car over and placed her forehead on the wheel. It had been a good five minutes before she finally calmed herself down. Rachel longed to feel his touch again, to taste his lips. She quickly tilted her head up to look at the rear view mirror for any make-up that had slid it's way around her eyes and down her cheeks to cover up any evidence that she had been crying. If Bruce ever knew he would keep asking her if she was alright and would never hear the end of it.

When Rachel finally reached the apartment building and stepped outside, the cold evening air met her cheeks. She walked briskly to the large glass doors and entered. The lobby had black and white marble flooring with large pillars holding up the arched ceiling. Chandeliers lit up the room, with two fireplaces on each side of the room as well. Rachel walked into the elevator; pressing the number to reach the highest floor to Bruce's penthouse. When she knocked on the door, it only took a few seconds to be opened by a very familiar face. Rachel smiled.

"Hello Alfred!"

"Hello, Miss! It's so good to see you, come on in," Alfred said with gleam. "Bruce is waiting for you."

Alfred took off her coat. The penthouse was modernized and much different then the lobby. Rachel walked into the kitchen, hearing noises of the dishes clatter around as she saw Bruce place them on the table. She cleared her throat to get Bruce's attention. He looked over at her and smiled, though it looked weak.

"Hi Rachel," Bruce was happy to see her.

"Bruce…is everything okay?" Rachel was concerned for him.

"Just a bullet wound," He chuckled.

"Just? What do you mean just?"

"I've been through far worse Rachel, I'll be fine."

Alfred walked up beside Rachel. "He's healing, no worries, Miss."

"Alright, I can trust your opinion," Rachel smirked at Alfred, then at Bruce. He smiled back.

The two sat down, and all Rachel wanted to talk about last night, but thought that maybe she would wait for Bruce to bring it up. Alfred placed the food on the table; whipped potatoes, sautéed snow peas with tarragon, and filet mignon wrapped in bacon with béarnaise sauce on the side.

"Looks good," Rachel licked her lips to show her excitement as she scooped up some potatoes with her fork.

"It is. So, the Joker is secure in jail?"

Rachel swallowed her food. "Yes, unless he has some other plan up his sleeve in means of escaping I don't think he'll be getting out anytime time soon."

"Well I hope so," Bruce stated. "Otherwise, I don't know if Batman will be there next time to help."

"Why not? Really, I don't understand. You've been there for Gotham so many times before."

Bruce sighed and put down his fork and took a drink of his white wine. "One murder is just as bad as several. You don't get a second chance with something like that."

"It's just frustrating that everything gets blamed on you."

"And you know why. I can't harm Harvey's reputation. It's best his grave says "hero" rather then "murderer of five people."

Rachel became upset and Bruce put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up the topic."

"No, it's okay. It's not your fault. I just can't believe that everything happened the way it did." Rachel took another bite of her food, and then leaned her head on her hand.

"Hey," Bruce placed his fore-finger under her chin to lift it up, "Can I see that beautiful smile of yours?"

Rachel couldn't help but show a small smirk.

"There it is!" Bruce smiled back.

Then that's when it hit her. Rachel suddenly remembered that the same thing happened with the Joker. He wanted to see her smile too. She quickly shook the thought of him away as Bruce's face came into view when she looked at the glow in the creases of his attractive smile.

After the dinner was over it was around 10:00pm. They talked as they ate and had a lot of laughs. Deep down, however, Rachel was still glum, and felt like she had a part of her missing. When the time came where she had to leave, Bruce walked with Rachel to her car, and they hugged a goodbye. Once Rachel was home she dressed into her pyjamas and went into her warm sheets in her bed. She kicked her legs back and forth to get comfy and warm. Hugging her blankets, Rachel slowly drifted off to sleep.